If you’re going to love,
love wilfully and wildly,
like a leaf on the wind
soaring out,
with abandon.
Burn yourself through
for passion.
Make an altar of greater than.
Praise longing and
its insanity
Love bold men,
the ones like red umbrellas
with strong wooden
handles, and a fancy inscription,
big and deep, that makes you
feel like the daintiest
of ladies out for an
afternoon stroll,
his sheltering arms
keeping out the misty rain.
Let every idea you have
be love.
Study him like
you would the curve
of the horizon.
Follow your instinct,
lose the pattern.
Go where he goes.
Don’t let the sun disappear.
Let it swell
and put him first,
draw him closer,
until he believes in you
and the sky trembles
when you touch.
Fall
Fall
into his eyes, his thighs,
the pulse of his being.
Fall into ripeness, rightness,
until time is stripped away,
and your soul is cast in
forethought. Forethought
brushed in red and heat.
Never to be an afterthought.
If you’re going love, love
willfully and wildly until
you are spent, until the stars
shatter over the white tips
of pillowcase as two lovers
fall out of God’s mouth into
rapture.
-Tosha Michelle
Reblogged this on O LADO ESCURO DA LUA.
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Thank you xx
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Gorgeous!
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Thank you, i’m so annoyed. WordPress is working my last nerve. I can’t seem to format the poems right since they tinkered with things. Anyway, hope you’re having a good week
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Does it help to switch to html? That’s usually what I have to do with poems…
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Thank you. I will try that xx
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I’ve always had a problem formatting poems. I write them in my emails and then cut and paste them directly onto the admin page where you can write drafts. As long as the formatting doesn’t need updating after that, I’m usually pretty successful. If it does, I sometimes have to delete the whole thing and redo it.
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Thanks. Sorry to hear you have issues too. When I’m on my laptop I always use the formatting option instead of visual. However, a lot of times I type things out on my cell. It never used to be a problem that they’ve changed the app. I wish they would just leave things alone
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Oh yeah, very brave of you to use your cell. I’ve did that only once a long time ago and amazingly had no problems.
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I am not sure brave is the right word. More like stupid. I really can’t stand the WordPress app
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Being the country girl I am, I’m sitting trying to Catch a breeze while reading it is so hot in North Carolina right now. But your beauty poem is like a cool breeze well done my friend
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Aww. Thank you. I’m in South Carolina, just on the border actually between North and South. I know what you mean about the heat. I’m so ready for fall
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You’re a country girl too? I can’t wait till fall this heat is so draining. I am counting down till the day the heat goes away lol
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More mountain girl that’s turned into a city girl. Ha ha. Summer always does me in. I just hate it. I come back alive in the fall
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I hate summer it’s hotter than fish grease, Fall is the best time lol
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Haha. Truth!
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Beautifully written!
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Thank you 😊
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Heavens above and saints preserve us! That was sweeping and beautiful! Oh to be so in love!
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Meg, thank you so much
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You’re very welcome!
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Incredible Talent. xx
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Thank so much
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I love this!!!!!
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Thank you C-Manly
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You’re welcome as always, Tosha!
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YES! Tosha -fall in love with red umbrella men. And fall wildly … It is worth it! Love this. My heart soared reading this!
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Aww. I’m glad
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Thanks for this advice.
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😊
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Your words are always beautiful…I loved it!
Ellie xo
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Thanks. Lora of love
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Ah, and oh-ho, such extraordinary beauty.
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Thank you
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I love this. Loving “willfully” and “wildly” and with “passion.”
The end is my fav : “fall out of Gods mouth, into rapture.” I don’t know what the “fall out if God’s mouth means but I like the rapture at the end. Passionate and sexy poem 🙂
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Thanks. Amanda. 💜
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This is an epic, an epic ode to passion. I loved every line. This is why your work always gets a long thread of comments and mine generally gets crickets and tumbleweeds. This was a great one to wake up to this morning.
I also agree about the formatting issues on WP, they drive me crazy too.
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You are really talented. People are bound to catch on to that eventually. Thanks always for being so lovely.
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Community is a wonderful thing.
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Truly
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Beautiful written, loving entwined,
silently hidden, tastefully blind,
moist an hard as silvery silk
the dipping white rose
displays a love
to which nobody knows…
Whispering hugs chris
Ps;
could you please read this post if you have time?
https://deletedangel.wordpress.com/2016/08/06/mistake/
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Of course
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Would that be English, you’re talking?
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No. American Joking
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Did i not say our banter of comments would prove interesting?
May the light of renewed love fall upon
your face within god’s loving grace..
chris
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hmmmm, yes (note spell check does not like this word!), great piece, as Jim Morrison hollered out “I’m going to love you until the stars fall from the skies for you and I.” With the pumping and soaring organ an guitar behind his voice. This is a gem of a poem, perhaps you should have put the Doors song as the end piece. Best wishes and blessings, Charles.
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Thar song is beautiful bur reminds me of someone I lost. Thank you for your lovely comment.
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Oh dear sorry it raced into my mind as I read it, as I had been listening to the CD not long before.
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It’s a terrific song and fitting for the poem
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It is a great song. I love the music of that time ( when i was a teenager) and study it. I played in bands back then, when music was a way of life rather than a product, as it has been for so long. I am getting interested in this music again, as the youngsters are going back to a less capitalistic form of really exiting music, which I love.
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That’s great. I hope you’ll share your talent with us
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Unfortunately I have austeo-Arthritis in my knees, hips and and shoulders, so I no longer play drums, but I have helped out with making recordings, and stage set ups.
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Aww sorry to read this but the latter is neat. You also still get the pleasure of listening to good music
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Yes, I also listen to a lot of jazz, and classical music, especially 20th and 21st century music. Often listen to Indian ragas, Chinese music, African music folk music, but have never really gotten into country western though.
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Well it sounds like your taste is diverse enough without the country western
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One doesn’t need to like everything, and I always have a melody in my head, and words from a song as well, it all helps me be a happy chappy! 🙂
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That sounds like me.
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That’s wonderful! :-). best wishes and blessings, Charles.
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And to you
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Amazing… I love everything about this… ♥
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i like the “waterfall tumbling” sense of praise and longing rolling throughout this poem.
one small point – the full stop after “then” – is that a mistake?
“Make an altar of greater than.
Praise longing and…”
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That is the only way to love. ovely write.
Be well.
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Thank you! You too xx
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You definitely tap into passion. Another great poem that thirsts and aches. 🙂
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John. thank you
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Thanks so much
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So penciling beautiful and true. I love everything here…every piece of it. 💕❤
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Aww. Thank you, sweet tea and grits
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You’re welcome, Corn bread and greenbeans!
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Well played
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This is a very beautiful poem … you are now on the list of my most beloved poets … 😉 and I heard also your (extremely sweet) voice on soundcloud… it sounds full of tenderness, compassion, but there is also the premonition and attraction of a hidden depth… innocent naked and devote angels are dancing through the dark night of the soul, singing songs of orgiastic purity and heatbreaking gentleness in the praise of mystery of existence …they celebrate the infinite bliss and joy of love … now you have a new friend and fan in germany.
Greetings,
Mark
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Mark, what a lovely comment. Thank you. Wonderful to connect. I appreciate you taking the time to read my poetry and listen to my singing. Very kind. Hope all is well in Germany
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Very pretty poem Ms. Tosha.
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Thank you xo
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